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:And here I am now, back at home and giving it turns to this story. I am SURE that there must be something interesting. The problem is finding it. If only we knew what we have to find. Can you think of something? Any idea? I need you! :And here I am now, back at home and giving it turns to this story. I am SURE that there must be something interesting. The problem is finding it. If only we knew what we have to find. Can you think of something? Any idea? I need you!
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 +{{Interaction
 +|who=Diego
 +|where=forum post at [http://forums.findthelostring.com/message/3155#3155 FTLR.com]
 +|when=Mar 29/08
 +|inresponsetowho=[[Monica]]'s report
 +|what=
 +:Aquí están las fotos de Mónica. Necesitamos una pista sobre qué buscar... pero... ¿qué?
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 +:[[Image:Macetas1peq.jpg]]
 +:[[Image:Macetas2peq.jpg]]
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 +|language=Spanish
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 +:Here are the pictures of Monica. We need a clue about what to look for ... But ... What?
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// Monica via forum post at FTLR.com & via Email to VictorSueiro (Mar 28/08)
Re: Monica, Alfredo y Jorge.

Bueno, pues al final he ido esta tarde a visitar a mi tía. Compré una planta bonita y una tarjeta con un gatito. (Al final no he podido encontrar la planta Cola de gato, jeje, una pena).

Cuando entré en el portal me empecé a poner nerviosa. No había llamado para avisar de que iba, para no darle pie a que me dijera que no se me ocurriera aparecer por allí. Y confiaba en que al pillarla desprevenida, fuera más sencillo liarla para que me dejara entrar. Pero mientras subía en el ascensor ya no me parecía tan buena idea. Esperaba que no se lo tomara muy mal.

Una vez frente a la puerta llamé al timbre. No se escuchaba nada... esperé un rato. No sabía si es que no estaba en casa o si no me habría oído. Pero no me atrevía a llamar otra vez para no molestar. Solo me faltaba irritarla más. Notaba que me sudaban las manos. ¡Tenía que conseguir entrar a toda costa y no podía permitirme ningún fallo! Entonces escuché los pasos lentos al otro lado de la puerta. Contuve el aliento mientras se escuchaban los cerrojos descorrerse... Y la puerta se entreabrió.

Mi tía me miraba con cara de malas pulgas, y antes de que le diera tiempo a decirme que me fuera de allí empecé a hablar. Le dije que sentía haberla molestado y que lo único que pretendía era reforzar los lazos familiares. Que en esos días había estado pensando mucho en lo triste que es perder a la familia, que es lo más importante... y que le había traído un regalito.

Se quedó un rato callada, como intentando asimilar la información. Me miraba fijamente, luego a las macetas, luego a mí de nuevo... Ese instante se me hizo eterno, y cuando parecía que me iba a cerrar la puerta en las narices me dijo: "pasa". ¡No me lo podía creer, había funcionado! (gracias por la idea Javier)

Me preparó algo de merienda y nos pusimos a charlar. Siguiendo vuestras indicaciones, no saqué el tema de los objetos de mi tío abuelo nada más empezar. Siguiendo los consejos de Tenchizard, le dije que estaba haciendo una especie de investigación genealógica de mi familia, y que estaba buscando los detalles que hacen único a cada uno de los familiares. Y antes de preguntar por Alfredo, le dije que si podía contarme ella cosas interesantes sobre su vida, que debía ser fascinante, y todo eso. ¡Y en qué momento! Se puso a hablar y me tuvo una hora contándome batallitas (y nada interesante para nuestra investigación). Cuando estaba a punto de dormirme, intenté sacar el tema con tacto. Le conté que ya sabía ella lo mucho que quería al bueno de Alfredo, y que me apetecía ver algunas de sus cosas, para meterlas también en la investigación genealógica. Sobre todo cosas sobre la historia aquella del Hombre del Laberinto que tanto le gustaba contar.

Así que al final accedió a enseñarme el despacho que solía usar Alfredo y donde estaban sus cosas... Y madre mía. No os podeis hacer una idea. Estaba LLENO de cosas. Me pasé media hora buscando entre carpetas, papeles, periódicos viejos, libros... pero no encontré nada interesante. Mi tía se comenzaba a inquietar, y me traía cosas que ella creía que me ayudarían, pero que para nuestra investigación no nos servía de nada, como un sombrero viejo, o un pañuelo. Así que al cabo de un rato me dijo que ya estaba bien, que le parecía un tanto irrespetuoso revolver de aquella manera entre las cosas personales de Alfredo. Añadió que estaba un poco agotada y que sería mejor que me fuera. Como no quería importunarla demasiado, accedí y me marché.

Y aquí estoy ahora, de vuelta en casa y dándole vueltas a esta historia. Estoy SEGURA de que tiene que haber algo interesante. El problema está en encontrarlo. Si tan sólo supiéramos lo que tenemos que buscar. ¿Se os ocurre algo? ¿Alguna idea? ¡Os necesito!

(translation by MauroKing)
Re: Monica, and Jorge Alfredo.

Well, I went this afternoon to visit my aunt. I bought a beautiful plant and a card with a kitten. (I was unable to find the plant tail cat,haha,a shame).

When I went into the door, I started to get nervous. I hadn't called to tell that I was coming, so as not to give rise to tell me that I was not to appear there. And hoped that facing her without notice would make easier convincing her to let me in. But while I was in the lift, it no longer seemed such a good idea. I hoped that she would not take it very badly.

Once in front of the door I called the bell.Nothing could be heard ... Waited for a while. I did not know if she was not at home or if she would have heard. But I didn't dare to call again so as not to disturb. I didn't want to piss her off more. I noticed that my hands were sweating. I had to get in at all costs and could not afford any failure! Then I heard the slow steps on the other side of the door. I holded my breath while listening to the locks unlocking ... And the door opened slightly.

My aunt looked at me with a bad face, and before giving her time to tell me that I would have to leave, I began to speak. I told her that I was sorry for having annoyed her and that my only intention was to strengthen family ties. That in those days I had been thinking a lot about how sad it is to lose the family, that it is the most important thing ... And that I had brought her a little present.

She stayed silent for a while, like trying to assimilate the information. She looked at me, then the pots, then to me again ... That moment felt eternal, and when it seemed that she was going to shut the door in my face told me: "Come in". I could not believe it had worked! (Thanks for the idea Javier)

She prepared a little snack and we started to chad. Following your instructions, I did not talk about the subject of my uncle's objects at the beginning. Following the advice of Tenchizard, I told her I was doing a sort of genealogical research on my family, and I was looking for the details that make each of the relatives unique. And before asking about Alfredo, I told her if she could tell me interesting things about his life, which should be fascinating, and all that. And at what moment! She started to speak, and had me one telling me about little fights(and not interesting at all to our investigation). When I was about to fall asleep, I tried to draw the subject tactfully. I told her that she knew how much I loved good Alfredo, and I wanted to see some of his things, put them also in the genealogical research. Above all things about the history of that the Man of the Maze that he liked counting.

So in the end she agreed to show me the office that used to use Alfredo and where were his things ... And mother of God!. You can get an idea. It was FULL of things. I spent half an hour searching folders, papers, old newspapers, books ... But did not find anything interesting. My aunt was beginning to worry, and she brought me things that she thought would help me, but for our research they were not useful at all, like an old hat or a scarf. So after a while I said it was okay, it seemed somewhat disrespectful to stir like this among Alfredo's personal belongings. Se added that She was a bit exhausted and that it would be better for me to leave. I did not want to make her too uncomfortable, so I agreed and left.

And here I am now, back at home and giving it turns to this story. I am SURE that there must be something interesting. The problem is finding it. If only we knew what we have to find. Can you think of something? Any idea? I need you!


// Diego via forum post at FTLR.com (Mar 29/08)
In response to Monica's report:
Aquí están las fotos de Mónica. Necesitamos una pista sobre qué buscar... pero... ¿qué?

Image:Macetas1peq.jpg
Image:Macetas2peq.jpg

Here are the pictures of Monica. We need a clue about what to look for ... But ... What?
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